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Songs: In The End By Linkin Park, Hero By Skillet, My Immortal by Evanescence, Come A Little Closer By Cage The Elephant,

Chapter 3: Memory Of A Mother.

Lucy POV

I woke up to the sound of birds. Singing there lovely tunes. I opened my eyes tiredly and tried to blink the sunlight away. I sat up from my curled up ball position and stretched my arms skyward, extending my legs to their full length. I looked around and memories from last night came rushing at me.

Flying up high in the clouds, a beautiful sunset, a blue sky, a lady on her death bed, a promise, a black key, and the death of my mother. I had run out of the house and just ran till I tripped. Then darkness.

"Shit," I said. I stood up and dusted myself off. I noticed I had a bunch of cuts and scrapes on my arms and legs, but I just ignored them. I began to walk up the hill to the manor, but a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I turned around knowing where that voice had come from. I turned to see Kiara studying me with a look of sadness and worry in her grass green eyes. Her golden striped green scales glistened in the sunlight. Her wings were folded against her body so she can move more freely in the dense foliage of the woods.

I sighed and looked up in her eyes. "Do you know? About...Mom?"

"I flew near the manor, wondering why you weren't at the cave and I couldn't sense her magic. Only the residue of it. I knew she was sick with and unknown disease. I went looking for you when I put two and two together, afraid on how you were handling this."

I chuckled darkly at her words. "I'm as good as I'm gunna get. Let's go." I went over to Kiara and ran up her tail onto her back and sat down above her wings. She took off in the air and flew towards her cave.

When we landed, I jumped off and walked up to the side of the cave to pick out a good rectangular shaped rock. I picked it up and walked under the shade of the immortal tree. The rock was about the size of my arm. I put it in my lap and started to chip away at in using my camo army pocket knife and magic.

I sat there perfecting the rock till the sun started to set. I walked over near the cliff and dug a little trench, big enough for the stone to fit into. I placed the rock in there and cleaned up the area to make it look pretty.

"Now you can always see the beautiful sunsets and stars whenever you want to," I said to the grave. I placed a big sunflower at the foot of the stone. The Stone was carefully carved and the letters were in a beautiful cursive writing. The stone said:

Layla Heartfilia

April 10th X746 - July 7th X775

Loving Mother and Mage

Under the title a key was edged into the stone, a dragon was curled around the key. I hoped mom would like it.

I turned from the grave and waved Kiara goodbye as I began to walk to the manor. I let my thoughts carry me away and I unconsciously took out the black key around my neck. I'll stay strong, mom. I promise. I turned my attention to the black key in my hand. I wondered what she meant when she said I'll know what to do when the time comes for me to use and the animals/people I could put in here. But when I thought of that I quickly shut it out because the thought of trapping a friend in there sounded mean.

A skinny tall brunette maid called my name out and I realized that I got here quicker than I expected. "Yes?" I questioned.

"Your Father requested your presence in his office. Shall I prepare a dress for you, Madam Heartfilia?"

"Paige, please call me Lucy. I don't care for formalities. And..." Paige was a older maid that I was good friends with. She had brown hair and warm brown eyes. I looked from Paige to my clothes. My black and pink tank top and black yoga shorts had dirt and mud all over it, a few tears here and there. My shoes were caked in mud. "Naw, I'll just were my pajamas. But can you run a quick bath for me?" I felt like as dirty as my clothes and thought father would detest seeing me like this.

The Brunette and I ran on inside of the house, into my room. I picked out my usual pajamas: a gray pair of fluffy pants and a pink sports bra; while Paige made the bath. I dismissed Paige with a kind smile and a thank you and went into the bathroom.

I came out, clad in my pj's, and through my hair into a messy wet bun. I slipped on my light pink bath robe and matching slippers and walked to father's office. I knocked on the door for entrance when I smelt something bitter in the air. I walked in and it smelt like alcohol.

Father sat at a couch on the side of the large office, multiple beer bottles covered the coffee table and one rested in his hand. Father had his black dress pants and blue dress shirt on, a dark blue striped tie hung loose from his neck. His blond hair mused and casted a shadow across his eyes. He was sitting forward, elbows on his knees; hands clutching the bottle between his long legs. His shoulders slumped over in exhaustion, his head dangling.

I quietly approached him. "Father? You asked to see me?" I questioned kindly.

"Lucy..." Father said like he was tasting my name.

"Y-yes?"

"The funeral will be tomorrow. That is all."

He sounded depressed. I went up to him and hugged him, trying to show him comfort. He went all rigid and said, "get off of me." Next thing I knew I was on the ground on my butt. I looked up and saw father standing above me. A dark glaze filmed his eyes. "You look too much like her. We'll have to change that." A wicked drunken smile stretched across his face.

I just sat there shocked on what just happened. Fear filled up my chest and eyes. I tried to get up to my feet to run away from him to no avail; he kicked me hard in the rips. I fell back to my butt, he reared his foot back and before he could land another kick, I swept his legs out from under him with a swipe from my leg. He went crashing into the wooden coffee table that was littered with bottles, and broke it in half.

I jumped up to my feet with the opportunity and walked over to the table to see if he was ok. He was still and blood leaked down his face from his head. He grabbed the neck of a broken bottle suddenly and slashed the side of my left ankle and calf. I screamed in pain and he shoved me to the floor on my back. He straddled my body and pinned me there, my arms wedged between his legs, and waved the jagged bottle around my face like a flag, a crazed smile formed upon his face once again. The blood from the wound on his head started to drip and landed upon my cheek.

"Let's fix you up a bit, shall we?" He lifted up my robe up to expose my bare stomach and slashed at me again. I turned my body away from the bottle and it sliced my hip. Blood came pooling out from the deep gash. If that had hit my stomach, it would have ended a lot worse.

"Tsch." Father said in annoyance. "Come on Layla. Don't struggle. You'll just make it worse!" He broke out into laughter and I took the opportunity to head butt him in the nose. I heard and felt a sickening crack and heard him yell. I squirmed out from under him onto me feet once again. He was on his knees holding his broken nose with a death glare at me. "You little bi-"

I kicked him on the side of his head hard and he went sprawling to the floor. "I'm Lucy," I said to his unconscious body. I walked out of his office and headed to my room. I walked at a slow pace and my eyes were fixed to the marble tile of the floor.

My ankle and hip were bleeding pretty badly to the point that it'll definitely leave a scar. My calf wasn't too bad though, only a graze because of the angle he attacked from. My slippers were left in the office forgotten and no way in hell was I going back there to get them. My robe was opened exposing my stomach and the gash on my hip. Blood was on the rim of my gray pants and blood covered bottom the left pant leg from my cuts. But I didn't care.

How could he? How could he do this to his 9 year old daughter? Hatred filled me. I hated him. But hatred was not the only emotion that seeped into my heart. Betrayal. Anger. Disbelief. Confusion. Sorrow. These emotions were raging in my heart. I would have used my magic but I knew I would make it worse if I did. If he'd remember he'd start asking question. And questions are bad.

I heard a gasp in front of me. I stopped walking and looked up. Paige was a few feet away from me in the middle of the corridor. Shock and horror masked her face as she looked at my bloodied body. I let out a loud tired sigh.

"I'm ok Paige. Can you go to my father's office and patch him up?" I asked with a small forced smile.

"But Miss Lucy, the wound on your hip is bleeding heavily and blood is pooling at your foot!"

The fake smile I had was gone. I looked down at my ankle. On the inside of my left ankle a long gash oozed out blood. The gash started from the front of my ankle to the back. I looked back at Paige and asked her to take care of my cuts and have another maid take care of my father. Paige led me down to my room and she ushered me in to my bathroom.

My bathroom is fairly large. The room was painted a baby pink with hot pink horizontal stripes. my sink and vanity table stood on the wall to the left of the door, a large shower with glass walls was across the vanity and next to the shower was a big tub. Adjacent to the tub was a toilet. Speakers for music were all in the ceiling and the dock that had my lacrima IPod was on the cleaned vanity.

I pulled out the chair from my vanity table and sat down on it with a hiss. Paige had left to get some medical supplies and I looked loser to my hip and ankle. Where my ankle didn't look to need stiches, my hip did.

Paige had come back, armed with bandages, scissors, needles and thread, towels, and other items. She began to work on my ankle. She didn't stich it, but instead she cleaned it and wrapped it in bandages. For my calf she simply laid a large Band-Aid on it since it was just a graze. She took a small Band-Aid and put it on my chin were a cut was that I had not notice. Then came my hip. Yay...

Paige had laid out a towel down on the marble flooring and told me to lay down on it. Doing what she said, she came over to my right side and gave me some medicine to make me not feel the needle that was piercing my skin as much. The Brunette began to sew my wound up and then she wrapped my sides with the bandages.

"Thanks," I said. I sat up and went to get a wash cloth to clean the rest of the blood off my body.

"No problem," she said with a smile. "Remember to take it easy for a few days and to keep it clean. I'm going to get you a fresh set of clothes. I'll be right back." I nodded my head and she left to my room in search for new pajamas.

I took off the Band-Aid on my calf and looked at the cut. It was almost completely healed thanks to my Dragon Slaying magic, which allowed me to heal faster than a normal human. In two days or so my hip should be fine. My healing ability doesn't heal scars though, which I don't mind because scars are like a story on your body.

Paige reentered my bathroom and dropped off a black tee-shirt that had my favorite band on it, System Of The Down, and some purple shorts.

"Do you need help putting them on Miss Lucy?"

"No thanks, I got it," I said. Paige left and I got changed. I walked out of my bathroom and into my bedroom.

My bedroom was painted like a sunrise and a sunset. One wall had the sun going down with all the beautiful colors and the opposite showed the sun rising. The other two walls of my room were the transitioning blues of the sky. My ceiling showed the night stars and conciliations. The 12 Zodiacs stood out from the rest and the moon sat in the middle of the ceiling. My bed was in the back corner near my large window and my dresser was near the bathroom door. I had a corner of my room dedicated to all of my books and had bean bags over there with a small coffee table.

Along the walls that didn't have the suns on it, I had multiple weapons hanging from them. Swords and daggers covered the walls. They were all historic, from great kings to legends, from heroes to famous assassins. You could say I had a slight obsession with anything sharp.

I turn off the lights in my room from a nearby switch and put on Beethoven's Fur Elise (the speakers were also in my room.) I walked over and jumped on my queen sized pink and orange bed. I crawled to my window and opened it, letting the warm summer air in. It was dark and you could clearly see the stars and bright moon.

I started thinking about the funeral that was going on tomorrow. I hated funerals. I thought about my mom and her smiles and voice and her warm hugs. I missed her. I took out the key that was under my pillow. I had stuffed it there before I left to father's office. Thank god I did. I rubbed my thumb in circles on the bow and pearl of the key.

"You're strong Lucy, but I need you to be stronger right now. Promise?"

"I promise...and Celestial Mages always keeps there promises."

Tiredness was slowly taking its toll on my body. I tried to stay awake a bit longer but I fell asleep to the stars and the piano music. The piece that was playing was one that mom had wrote and played. The key still clutched in my hand.

I woke up to chattering outside of my opened window. I opened my eyes and stared at my starry ceiling. Funeral Day... shit... I groaned and rolled over on my back and buried my face in my orange pillow. A sudden knock rapped on my bedroom door.

"Miss Lucy?" It sounded like Paige. "Your father wants you to get ready. Do you want me help you get done?"

"No thanks, Paige. I got it."

"Ok. Make sure you clean your wounds before you come out. We don't need them infected," Paige said playfully.

"Got it."

Sighing I got up and closed my open window. I got up and walked to my bathroom for a nice hot shower. I turned on the water then I stripped and took off the bandaging around my sides, looking at the wound on my hip. The threading was gone, it being one of the dissolvable stiches or whatever, and all there was, was an angry red mark.

I went to my lacrima IPod and scrolled down my play list and tapping the one titled 'Flee.' I chose a song at random not even bothering to look at it and hopped in the hot water of my shower. One of my favorite songs started to play, Come a Little Closer by Cage the Elephant. I sang along to the booming music and scrubbed away the sleep.

Time shakes, found you at the water
At first you were my father, now I love you like a brother
Earthquakes shake the dust behind you
This world at times will blind you
Still I know I'll see you there

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you would see here
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming
Come a little closer, then you'll see

Heartbreaks, the heavy world's upon your shoulders
Will we burn or we just smolder
Somehow I know I'll find you there
Oooh, I wanna see if you can change it, change it
Still I know I'll see you there

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you would see here
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come a little closer, then you'll see

Ten thousand people stand alone now
And in the evening the sun sets
Tomorrow it will rise
Time flies by, they all sang along
Time flies by, they all sang along
Time flies by, they all sang along
Time flies - bye, bye

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come a little closer, then you'll see

As the Lacrima went to a different song I got out and wrapped a towel around my body, another held my damp hair. Walking out of my bathroom I went to my dresser. I picked out a black tank top and loose black short. I put on my black and silver running shoes and put my hair into a high pony tail. My belt with my keys was strapped around my waist and I had my black key tucked in my shirt. I flung a pink draw string pack on my back that had my lacrima IPod, earphones, a book and my trusty camo army pocket knife.

I ran down to the kitchen and ate some toast that was set out for the guess that was beginning to arrive. I put a canteen filled with water and a couple granola bars in my pack. I sneaked to the backdoor of the manor without anyone seeing me and went out. I made a brake for the woods but someone blocked my path when I was about to enter.

A old tall woman stood in front of me. She was a slim and tall elderly woman with pink hair, tied in a bun on the back of her head by two large pins with crescent moon-shaped edges, and with two bangs of hair left framing her face. She has reddish eyes and a beauty mark below her mouth, on the left side of her face. Her attire consists of a dark green blouse with a tie around the collar, paired with a long matching skirt and simple shoes. Over this, she sported a crimson-colored cape, with a wide collar decorated by massive Dragon horn-like decorations protruding outwards, and edges adorned by white, arch-like scales.

"Where are you going Child?" The woman asked, her red eyes boarding into me.

"For a walk. I dislike funerals."

"And why is this?"

I looked into her eyes and then looked to the sky, putting my hands behind my head. "Funerals are a stupid. It's meant to be for the dead, but it's really not. It's for the living. It's meant for the living so they can put their minds at ease and forget about the person who died. And plus the person is dead, they're not gunna come back and thank everyone who came to say goodbye." I looked back into the red eyes of the lady. She had a look of surprise and respect.

"Is that why you are running off? So you won't have to say goodbye to your mother?"

I looked at the lady with a blank face, avoiding the questions. Bringing my hands down I reached one out to the lady. She took my hand and shook it.

"Lucy Heartfilia," I said.

"Porlyusica," She said.

"Are you here for the funeral?"

"No. I'm here for you."

I looked at her with wary eyes.

"I'm here for you, Child Of The Great. If you need anything, go here. The top one is where I live if you need me."

I stared at her with wide eyes. How the Hell does she know I'm a Child Of The Great? I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. In neat script handwriting there were two addresses and a name. "How do you know I'm a Child Of The Great?" I asked Porlyusica.

She chuckled. "Your slitted eyes, Child." She began to walk away from me to the woods.

"What is this other address and the name?" I asked to the pink haired lady.

She didn't stop walking but said, "A friend. It's a safe house if you ever need one. When you get there ask for that name, you can trust him." She disappeared in the woods and out of my sight.

I liked her, this Porlyusica. I put the paper into my bag and headed into the woods, going in a different direction than Porlyusica. Towards Kiara and away from the damned funeral.

Hay there my Dragonlings!

I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I put a lot of my self in this chapter. most of it is what I would do in that situation. Like Lucy's thoughts on scars and funerals and being strong, all how I feel about it. I could relate a lot with this chapter. But what do you think about Porlyusica getting thrown into this? Lucy's Father being a drunk and abusive? And who do you think was the name on the paper?

And for all of those people wondering were the fuck Natsu is, don't worry he'll be here in the next chapter or two. Until then, I'll see you my little dragons later!

~ The Reaping Dragon.